Le docteur inquiétant (French version)

Dream #1: The scary doctor

I am in a building, in an unfurnished apartment. I am accompanied by a little girl of about 3 years old, unclothed. I know that Dr. Guy Turcotte is coming to meet his ex-wife in an apartment near mine. I am afraid to see him and prefer to leave. I tell the little girl to get dressed, she puts on a sweater and pink pants of a cozy fabric. I look out the window hoping to escape but it's too high, I have to take the corridor and I meet Dr. Guy Turcotte accompanied by a young teenager dressed in a sweater with a hood on his head. The look in Dr. Turcotte's eyes is frightening and I have the distinct impression that he is going to commit a violent act against his ex-wife. I find myself outside near my spouse. The young teenager is near us and cries... He tells us that Dr. Turcotte forced him to follow him. I find myself in a hospital, I am looking for a toilet to go "pee" and I see in a room a sick child in bed. I believe that he has difficulty breathing; the doctors put him in a basin of water which allows him to breathe better and I notice that he has branches like a fish. Guy Turcotte case: one trial, two solitudes They met in 1999 while studying in the Faculty of Medicine at Laval University in Quebec City. He, solitary, meticulous, organized and regular as the heartbeat, will become a cardiologist. She, sociable, bubbly, open-minded, resourceful and at ease with the unexpected, became an emergency doctor. Two destinies... predestined: those of Guy Turcotte and Isabelle Gaston. Don't they say that opposites attract? Their story promised to be a beautiful one: youth, love, two beautiful and healthy children, social and professional success which, moreover, would protect them from the financial worries that plague so many couples. But the beautiful story turned into a drama on February 20, 2009, in the house that Guy Turcotte had been renting since his separation. The good father, the good doctor, killed his children, Olivier, 5 years old, and Anne Sophie, 3 years old, in a scenario worthy of a horror movie master. On February 20, 2009, Guy Turcotte destroyed what he and Isabelle had built, he destroyed their most precious success. Their divorce, apparently difficult and costly, was made official last April, just as the criminal trial was beginning. After a highly publicized 12-week trial, Guy Turcotte was found not criminally responsible for the murder of his children.

Dream #2: Visit to my in-laws

Sharing: I work with the Angel Aniel and I ask him: WHY AM I HYPOTHYROID? In concrete terms, I have been hypothyroid for 8 years, and I have been on a life-long treatment. The symptoms are: chronic fatigue, memory loss, constipation, hair loss, depression, mood swings... in spite of the treatment, these symptoms can remain.

Dream : I am in Paris with my brother-in-law (my husband's brother), my sister-in-law and my husband. They have just had a baby. It's the end of the day, we are walking in Paris while waiting for our train. My sister-in-law is talking a lot, I feel comfortable with all 3 of them, but I'm a bit behind because I feel inferior (actually that's how I feel too). We are in a street and all 3 of them are sitting on the stairs, eating an ice cream. I don't want it, I isolate myself, I withdraw, I don't feel well. I feel disturbed by my sister-in-law, I feel jealousy (at times, I can really feel that in concrete). We continue to walk, we visit galleries, we look at paintings. There are people in the street and my sister-in-law continues to speak, that reasons me very hard... and I wake up with my throat a little tight and itchy! In life we don't see each other often because geography separates us. We went to see them two weeks ago to meet their baby. On the surface I didn't feel too disturbed, but deep down I couldn't wait to get home! She is a calm person, very feminine, 'intelligent, when she speaks everyone is silent ... when I am in contact with her, I do not feel at ease and it is the same with my brother-in-law.

Dream #3: On a moped

Sharing : I work with lezalel. It was a period when I was wondering about a project to move to the provinces. Is it the right decision to leave Paris for the provinces?

I'm at a friend's house (unknown in real life), she is brunette. There are other people. I have to go home. An aunt who is there has to leave too (my aunt is a dynamic, active, lively woman who looks much younger than her age. She has a lot of health problems but she gets through them with good humor and distance). She could eventually take me home by car, but that's not her way at all. Finally I decide to walk home. I live quite far away but I don't mind walking. I find myself in the street on a moped. I think to myself that this moped must be running badly because it has not been used for a long time. I'm sure it's running but it hasn't started yet. I think it's old and of low power. I start it while driving and I realize that it is bigger than I thought and that it even drives very well. I am at a red light. All the other vehicles are stopped in the middle of the street, but I have stopped right next to the sidewalk on the right side. I am the only one there, the others are all in the middle of the street. I see a policeman watching the traffic. I wonder if I have the right to stop there and I think to myself that the policeman will surely whistle at me if I don't have the right. The light turns green: the policeman lets me pass. I drive and everything is fine, but little by little the road starts to climb and becomes an extremely steep slope. I have to get off the moped to push it. Then I have to climb the street, the people around do it on foot. It's really hard to move forward. I see a mother and her daughter near me. I know that once at the top it will be fine, the hardest part will be over, but we have to get to the top first!

Dream #4: A harsh judgment

I am going to be judged by the Canadian court with my ex-spouse for the failure of my couple since my immigration in Quebec. A man explains to us the course of the trial and shows us the room where it will take place. We are with other people who must also be judged for offences that are not offences like us. With my ex-spouse, we say to ourselves that we will not have any clemency from the court because we are French. Our respective lawyers arrive and handcuff us. For me, she is a woman and she consciously left the handcuffs open, because she knows that what is happening is not right. I am relieved because with the suffering of Fibromyalgia that I have had for 8 years, it would have been very difficult to bear the hands tied behind the back. I tell my two daughters that I am going to treat ourselves to a little taste treat and go shopping for French pastries. I arrive at a chocolate shop and in front of him is a pastry shop (they are stands). I buy 3 bars of dark chocolate, it is worth 7 $. The young saleswoman of the pastry shop is not happy because I do not buy anything from her. I ask her to prepare 3 balls of chocolate meringues for me. The saleswoman of the chocolate shop says that these young saleswomen have no patience, I agree. I add something else to my chocolate order and it makes 160 $. I say that's not possible, that there's a mistake. I look in my wallet and my credit cards are gone, there's not even any cash. I panic... I run away. I arrive at my lover in total panic. He remains very calm, serene and tells me: "calm down, we will think about it and find your money. I am in a brand new kitchen, vast, clear with light colored cabinets. It lacks storage furniture. I offer to put mine in. They are in the attic, there are many. These are the first kitchen furniture that I bought with my son's father, they are in light oak and still in fashion. This is not my attic and I notice animal droppings. I tell my friend that it's bigger than a mouse. She tells me it is. Since I had to sit down to look at the droppings, it's hard for me to get up because of the fibromyalgia... My friend helps me.